Friday Noir: Wages Of Sin
The night was all around, soft and quiet.
The white moonlight was cold and clear…
Like the justice we dream of, but don’t find.
After a while, it’s hard to say what justice is.
The good guys get gotten.
The bad guys get away.
Never sure what side of the fence you’re on.
The wages of sin dog your every step.
You wonder where redemption comes from,
If it comes at all.
You’re born into this life,
Paying for the sins of someone else’s past.
The smoke burns in your nose.
The pistol weighs heavy in your hand.
Wages of sin.
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